Ashley's Lil World

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  • French Revolution Through Dickens’ Eyes

    What major historical events do you remember?

    I’m not French, but whenever I read Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities, I feel like I’m right there in the middle of the French Revolution. He doesn’t just tell a story, he makes you see, hear, and almost smell the streets of Paris, alive with fear, anger, and tension. That’s what made me want to read more about the French Revolution and the fates of the aristocrats who lived through or died in it.

    For example, the streets of Paris in the book are always tense. People are whispering, watching, and waiting for the next act of violence. Dickens captures it perfectly when he writes about the city:

    “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”

    Then there are the moments that really bring the revolution to life. When the people attack the Evrémonde estate, it’s not just about politics it’s about years of anger and injustice boiling over. Dickens writes:

    “The lives of the oppressed were but the measure of the cruelty of their oppressors. It was a judgment that the people executed themselves.”

    Reading that, I could almost picture the mob, see their fury, and imagine the terror of the aristocrats who once lived in untouchable privilege. The guillotine scenes, especially the sacrifices of characters like Sydney Carton, make the horror and the heroism feel personal. When Carton goes to the scaffold, he thinks:

    “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”

    It’s heartbreaking and inspiring at the same time. Through him, the revolution isn’t just historical, it’s human. It shows how ordinary people and extraordinary acts intersect in moments of chaos and terror.

    -Ashley✨

  • The Hands That Weathered Storms

    When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why?

    Success – that noble crown of mortal strive,
    Forged in the furnace of our blood, our sweat, our tears.
    ’Tis not an easy prize for all to gain,
    Yet neither is it bound by the word impossible.
    Home is where the tender heart doth dwell;
    Then let thy goal be home,
    That thy heart may ever find its rest therein.

    When I do muse upon the name of success,
    My thoughts turn first to those who gave me life,
    My parents, steadfast in their storm-toss’d years.
    Through tempests fierce and trials without end,
    They clasp’d each other’s hands and would not part.

    Though sorrow whisper’d oft, “Give o’er, give o’er,”
    They answer’d still with courage and with love.
    In difference, they found their strength again,
    And in endurance, wove their hearts as one.

    I stand in gratitude for all I am,
    For they, in pain and patience, built my dawn.

    -Ashley ❤️

  • More Than Just Small Talks and Smiles

    What makes a good neighbor?

    Nowadays, it feels like being a “good neighbor” often starts with being nosey; but in the disguise of caring. Let’s be real, we all love a bit of drama, whether it’s on screen or in real life. But is that what being a good neighbor truly means? No, obviously not.

    The Bible tells us clearly: “Love your neighbor as yourself” (Matthew 22:39). That’s one of the greatest morals we’re called to live by. It sounds simple, yet it carries so much power. And honestly, it’s not that hard if you really think about it. I’ve thought a lot about what it means to truly care for the people around me, is it through words, actions, respect, patience, or love?. I’d say it’s all of the above. But more than anything, it begins with love. Because a bitter heart finds bitterness in everything, but a peaceful person brings peace wherever they go.

    When we truly learn to love ourselves, not in a selfish or prideful way, but in a way that understands our worth in God’s eyes. When we have that love inside us, it naturally overflows to everyone around us. You can’t pour peace if you don’t have peace inside you.

    Being a good neighbor doesn’t mean being perfect; it means being kind, compassionate, and understanding. The Good Samaritan (Luke 10:25–37) didn’t ask questions or judge, he simply helped someone in need. That’s what real love looks like: action over words. And then there’s Jesus Himself, who showed us that true greatness comes through serving others. In John 13, He washed His disciples’ feet, the ultimate act of humility and love. That’s the kind of neighborly love we’re called to live out: one that serves without expecting anything in return.

    Even Paul reminded us in Romans 12:18, “If it is possible, as long as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” Peace starts within us, then spreads to our homes, our neighborhoods, and beyond. So maybe being a good neighbor isn’t about knowing everyone’s business, but about knowing how to love, quietly, genuinely, and consistently. It’s in lending a hand, offering a kind word, respecting boundaries, forgiving mistakes, and sharing joy.

    At the end of the day, being a good neighbor starts with a heart full of love and peace, because when God’s love lives in you, it naturally reaches the people next door.

    – With love, Ashley ❤️

    Good Samaritan
  • The Author in Me

    What could you try for the first time?

    Absolutely not something grandiose. I love being at peace with whatever I do. I’ve noticed that there are so many wonderful people in the world publishing their writings in books. I would love to publish my poems, which I have been writing for months, as a cool book. But I’m still struggling because of hesitation and insecurity. I’m preparing the manuscript, but I have my own doubts. Hopefully, someday I will publish it. It will be something different and mature because I’m handling so many themes and ideas there.

    As a blank verse writer and a big fan of Shakespeare, I follow the same style in my writings. Some of the content is raw, intense, and emotional, which I don’t want to share with anyone. But if it’s relatable to people, if it shows them they are not alone in dealing with things, or if it can bring hope, I would definitely share it someday. I may not be a great writer, but whatever I write, I do from the heart, and I strive to be real. Sometimes it scares me too.

    Writing feels like a quiet place for me. It’s where I can be myself, where I can let thoughts and feelings out that I can’t always say aloud. Each poem carries a piece of me, a small reflection of what I feel inside of my spirit. Sometimes it scares me, but it also gives me a kind of freedom, build me, a way to understand myself, to adore fleeting moments, and maybe, just maybe, to reach someone else in the same way.

    “We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” – William Shakespeare

    “No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.” – Robert Frost

    “Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.” – Louis L’Amour

    -Ashley ❤️

  • Light and Salt in the Ordinary

    What principles define how you live?

    Sometimes I wonder, how could I be any different from others when I’m living on this same earth, learning, following, and keeping up with the things I see, experience, and encounter every day?
    But then I remember: God has called me to be the light and salt of this world.

    I’m not a very outspoken person, except with the people I love. Still, I try to discuss what’s right and wrong based on my discernment. Truly, the wisdom that comes from Christ helps me. I’ve tried to be someone who “knows better,” but I’ve realized that I don’t, I’m still learning to be better each day.

    The real competition is within me. Did I do something better today than I did yesterday? Did I invest time in listening to someone, or did I speak over them? Did I stand on the side of truth when it mattered most?

    After all, we are God’s people, created in His own image. So why shouldn’t I strive to be extraordinary, even in the little things?
    A little more honesty.
    A little more integrity.
    A little more kindness.
    A little more sweetness.
    A little more patience.
    A little more love.
    A little more goodness and self-control.

    Ashley✨

  • My Crochet Dreams on Pause

    What have you been putting off doing? Why?

    Well, what can I say? I just love crocheting so much, I’ve made so many dolls, scarves, animals, baby shoes, and all sorts of things. But lately, I haven’t even been touching my hooks. Something just snapped within me a few months back, it’s like my creativity got blocked. I’ve been trying so hard to get back into it, but no luck so far.

    I’m praying that I can create cute things again, let’s see how it goes. I was feeling really depressed back then, though I’m doing better now. Still, it hurts that I stopped the project I’d been working on. I just hope I’ll be alright soon, ready to pick up my yarn and hooks again and weave something amazing.

    Sometimes, the hardest part isn’t losing what we love, it’s finding our way back to it with the same heart and passion. The struggle to reconnect with what once made us happy can be slow and painful, but I believe it’s never truly gone. It just waits patiently for us to return when we’re ready.

    Ashley ❤️

    Missing it more(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡
  • That Night at the Beach

    When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

    The very first time I felt like a grown-up was when my close friend went missing for a day. I searched for him everywhere, trying to remember where he usually went when he needed time to himself ; to shout, cry, or just breathe. Then it hit me, the beach.

    I went there immediately and kept calling him over and over again, hoping to spot even the faint glow of his phone’s flashlight. It was getting dark, and the beach was crowded. I ran here and there, starting to feel like I was in the wrong place. But then I saw him, sitting near the shore, alone, holding his phone, clearly torn between answering and staying silent.

    In that moment, he looked like a lost child whose world had crumbled around him. I didn’t yell or call out. I simply went up to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. He turned, his eyes full of tears, and then he broke down completely, sobbing like a child.

    I just sat beside him, holding him quietly, letting him cry. I didn’t try to fix anything or say much, I just listened. That night, I truly felt like a grown-up. I handled the moment with grace, and I was so grateful I’d found him in the dark.

    -Ashley✨

  • Into the Wild: My Debut Trek

    We never felt that our arrival at Kannur is going unfold an exciting and breathtaking experience we will cherish for our lifetime. The 50km trip from Kannur to Paithalmala was filled with lots of spellbinding scenic beauties wrapped with a touch of nature all the way throughout the journey.
    The cottage we stepped into on day 1 was serene and jaw-dropping as it took a moment for us to realize that it’s not a world of fantasy but the real beauty of nature. It was poignantly situated in between lush greeneries sitting beautifully on the top of a hill. While cherishing the beauty of the cottage, we were instructed to start our trek towards a waterfall. In our quest of reaching the main waterfall, we came across many cute little silver streams crossing our paths in-between as if the welcome mats has been placed for each and every one of us in the mode of running water.

    Each and every moment when they flow across our foot, we were mesmerized by the chill it passed on to our nerves, sending down a refreshing energy. After a few steps, we actually took a step back to self-realize that we are standing in front of a forest. Yes…. You heard it right. It’s a dense forest. Hard time finding in our current lifestyle right. It took a little time for us to realize that we are traveling through a dense forest. It was hauntingly beautiful, like a damsel in disguise.

    The rumbling sounds of the wild toned down a bit as we progressed, further paving the way for the thunderous thud of the waterfall to mark its presence. When we stood in front of the waterfall, we were like mannequins molded and nailed firmly on the ground. Such was the gasping beauty of the water gushing from the top. We felt ourselves as clean slates in front of nature’s beauty. On our way, we found a huge puddle of water to shed all our sweat and recharged ourselves a boost of refreshment. When we felt that our hearts were full, our organizers made sure that our tummy was filled with a yummy lunch.

    Post lunch, we hopped into a jeep and started our journey towards Palayamthattu, a viewpoint. This place is straight out of the fairytale. Wrapped by fog, kissed by clouds……one would feel on cloud nine literally in this place. After being cuddled by the clouds and wrapped the fog, we returned back to the camping site. We started unwinding ourselves during the campfire and started sharing our happiness with each and every one widening our horizons. We slowly dozed off dreaming about the day 2 trip towards Paithalmala.

    On day 2, the trip kick started with a bang. We gulped a cup of tea to rejuvenate ourselves and started our trip towards Paithalmala by 5 AM in the morning. While yesterday welcomed us with waterbeds, today’s turn is for red carpet. Yes, a Gannon of leeches invaded us because of their favorite drink we had in stores…. Blooooddddddd…… We were well equipped to make sure that the leeches didn’t get enough to bother us. All of them vanished into thin air as soon as we stepped into Paithalmala. Whoa!!!!!!! Even an exemplary dictionary would run out of words in trying to explain the beauty of this place. We were stunned by the scenic beauty and started to discuss whether we are in India or in some other world.

    I am grateful to the team for organizing this trip and helped us to explore the scenic beauty and what god nature can do to our body and mind. We might have left the place, but the memories are carved deep inside us, and we will cherish it forever.

    Ashley Isravel ✨️

  • A Song Beneath the Moonlight

    The whispered words are sprinkled,
    The wisdom I behold in you is fathomless.
    Your actions extent modesty than others,
    Towards me, the efforts I treasure.
    The anger prevails the best of you,
    Your whole patience for me is valued beyond.
    The fearless straightforwardness you possess,
    Your honesty never scared my finer spirit.

    The one reliable soul you divulged,
    The arch-reason I relied with uproar credence.
    Your warmth and benevolence struck with wounds,
    And a wreckage by me played a part.
    My heart is a stronghold stone fortress,
    But you loved me the way it’s intended by God.
    As the dense branched mystic tree you stood,
    Where I lingered at the shades of your memory.

    As deep as the ocean you shined,
    Where I set my sail with silver lantern.
    The fair honesty proved your luminary,
    The gift I cherish, until my last breath.
    There I was, settled with the puddles of pleasures,
    When you betide, the esteemed joy fills this grim heart.
    The purple high color I painted for you,
    The fondness mystery you proclaimed.

    Grateful, as you are the one puzzle piece,

    to replace my lost broken song beneath the moonlight.

    – Ashley Isravel ❣️

  • Undeserved to Unconditional


    Roots cascade deep in the murky warm loam,
    As a blanket cozied up in the cold nights.
    Where in the trance I stood wonderstruck,
    The love came as the morning star.
    Under His mighty wings, the eternal one cared,
    Witnessed the crystal seventh heaven.
    Recasted as a deserving soul to His grace,
    In the trail with courage and uphill journey ahead.

    – Ashley Isravel 🌿

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